On a hot summer day, as kids we played,
Our mouths roared with glee
Under that Sycamore tree
On a brisk fall day, as teens we grow,
Feeling more than free
Under that Sycamore tree
On a cold winter day, as adults we become,
With you I adore to be
Under that Sycamore tree
On a fresh spring day, as love we made,
My life I swore to thee
Under that Sycamore tree
On a hot summer day, as older we age,
I’m glad you’re with me
Under that Sycamore tree.
On a cool autumn day, as to rest we are laid,
True love they'll all see
Under that Sycamore tree...
Copyright 2015, 2016 Othen Cummings
Our mouths roared with glee
Under that Sycamore tree
On a brisk fall day, as teens we grow,
Feeling more than free
Under that Sycamore tree
On a cold winter day, as adults we become,
With you I adore to be
Under that Sycamore tree
On a fresh spring day, as love we made,
My life I swore to thee
Under that Sycamore tree
On a hot summer day, as older we age,
I’m glad you’re with me
Under that Sycamore tree.
On a cool autumn day, as to rest we are laid,
True love they'll all see
Under that Sycamore tree...
Copyright 2015, 2016 Othen Cummings